Basics wrote:Username || Simonpet
Name || Ricardo
Nicknames || Rick
Meaning || Ricardo means "strong ruler" in Spanish
Gender || Male
Age || 52
Species || Rainbow Paint Wolf x Indominus Rex
Ear Type || Custom
Tail Type || Custom
Paint Rarity || Special
Paint Color || Red
Q & A wrote:Sooo... What is your name?
My name is none of your business.
Okay, well then, could you tell me your gender?
I'm a male, if you couldn't tell already.
What do you think of living in the Park?
I don't really care. We get good food, though it can
be boring sometimes.
Why is it boring?
If you were stuck in a cage with nothing to do all
day...
Okay. Got it. But do you have anything you really
like to do here?
Yes. Terrify the visitors. I love it when they scream.
Well, that ends the interview, I suppose.
Get out.
Art || None
Another Day in the Cage
Ricardo emerged from his den, blinking the morning's light away. He had been born, made really, almost exactly fifty two years ago to this day. It would have been a nice morning had he not been in a cage for everyone to look at. He had little privacy, and so he often used his paint to camoflauge himself among the trees planted for his use. He sighed, looking up at the sky. It was turning different shades of pale green and blue, which would soon make way for the blue sky of the day. Ricardo hated being in a cage. He was part dinosaur. So what? He was also part Rainbow Paint Wolf, and he had the right to freedom. He thought briefly about trying to make an escape, but shook his head mentally, knowing that the guards would stun him before he could do anything. He hated the cage. Over in the distance, he heard the gate of the zoo opening. It was time for visitors. Ricardo walked over to the bars of his cage, and stood on his hind legs, holding onto the bars carefully. Then, he let out a roar so loud and fiercesome, that in the distance he heard screaming. Even though his plates limited facial expression, he smirked to the best of his abilities. The tourists ought to know what they were in for, if they dared merely look upon an Indominus Rex. Then, he settled back down on his four legs, and waited. He doubted that many Rainbow Paint Wolves would want to come near his enclosure after his roar of protest, and so Ricardo decided to amuse himself by seeing the best ways he could camoflauge himself. As he was amusing himself, he heard voices. Despite what everyone thought, he could understand others. He just chose not to talk back. There were three teens, and a little girl, all looking at him. The little girl had creamy fur, with darker brown lines, no, streaks, running across her face, from nose to back. She had a curly tail with blue and pink paint. She was cute though clearly frightened at the sight of Ricardo, and she appeared to be clinging to one of the teens. The one she was holding on to was a very pale green with blue and "normal" green swirls everywhere. Her patterning made Ricardo dizzy, so he focused on her paint, which was blue and green. The only male in the group was the color of dry soil, with "wet soil" brindling him. His paint was orange, and he held onto the doule-colored paint teen, like they were friends...or partners of some sort. The final teen started back at him like another dinosaur. She had brown, braided hair, with red streaks. She had blue fur with green spots, and her paint color was white. But her paint isn't as special as mine, thought Ricardo smugly. The four true Rainbow Paint Wolves looked at him for a little longer, before moving on to the next enclosure, where the occupant wouldn't frighten them. Hopefully. Despite him being antisocial, Ricardo wanted to know more about the four that had just passed him by. The youngest one especially. They had all looked at him with...pity? It was something almost unknown to him. Many passerby had looked at him and mumbled something about "how sad it was such a glorious creature was in a cage." But pity wasn't something he really cared about. Now, if the guards could relax enough, maybe he would escape. But where would he go? There was no place in the world for an Indominus Rex. He couldn't get a job unless it was to scare others. He supposed he could live in the wild, but the world was a large place. Where would he go? To some rainforest? To a more "normal" forest, possibly too close to civilization? To a beach? But what would he eat? He was fast, yes, but not necessarily very agile. Ricardo slumped down, tucking his front legs under his belly, careful not to pierce himself with his spikes. He then looked up, surprised to see the midday sun. Feeding time would come soon, and he would have to put up a show. Again. As usual. Everyone expects me to be the greatest, he thought in disgust. And I have to be like a, a, a tame creature. The thought of tearing apart his meal and eating it in the most disgusting manner annoyed Ricardo. His name meant strong, and he was! But what to do when your handlers broke your spirit?
